Oh, if she comes out of it well, I will be so good to her——
John.
[Contemptuously.] Ah——!
Olive.
[Clutching his arm.] I will make you forgive me for it; I will make you! [He releases himself from her, almost roughly, and moves away, turning his back upon her.] Of course, you will not mention to Mrs. Fraser that you and I are in any way—in any way——?
John.
Reconciled! [Sitting on the settee, laughing wildly.] Ha, ha, ha——! [Turning to her.] Why not?
Olive.
Naturally, she wouldn’t open her lips to you at all if you did.
John.